May 14, 1925 – February 22, 2008

“If roses grow in Heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my my mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy, I do it everday,
But there is an ache within my heart that will never go away.”